Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. Thats what it's like for me. I didn't plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt that you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control

now that I’m broken, now that you know it, caught up in a moment. can you see inside? △ cause I’ve got a jet black heart and there’s a hurricane underneath it trying to keep us apart. i write with a poison pen but these chemicals moving between us are the reason to start again. the blood in my veins is made up of mistakes. let’s forget who we are and dive into the dark as we burst into color, returning to life. endlesslove